June 6th, 2012

Mirage, yeah? Yes! Yes! Yes, I think, yes? Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes I drive through it, no eggs, yes!
Though they have no eggs, nothing, indeed! Yes!
Yes! Ahh in the time the vulgar comes…

From the other side passing by the time…
It’s one of the system, yes! Ahh. So, yes?
Yes! Not there, yes yes and harmless to the
System, a box, with claws, as there, even…

Yes! Time the universe, yes! Aahh. Ahh. Mirage
Cut, even rarer! Yes and harmless
To play on a leash, yes! The words need to
Play on a newspaper! Yes? Yes you, passing

By, yes? Yes! Not there, yes? Yes we’re both there
With poem patterns on, yes. Unleash. Mirage.

HGICH.T’s Tutenchamun, original German lyrics run through Google translate, then processed by jGnoetry, blank sonnet template, with editing.
10% Tzara and 10% Lessig default texts.
Utterly no attempt was made to correct syllables or stresses.

The source video/song/lyrics are so…. abtuse (both obtuse and abstruse) that I wanted to see if I could make anything with them that wasn’t also abtuse.

Show translated lyric source

when the police passing by, yes! yes
I can hold only at times, yes! yes
ne of the participating Ziese box, yes! yes
and harmless to play on scheme f, yes! yes
they have been drinking, yes! yes
The police asked me, yes! yes
I scream out loud, no, yes! yes
I’m thirsty animal, yes! yes
they have taken drugs, yes! yes
but since I have an idea, yes! yes
home on the couch, yes! yes
I’m all there, yes! yes

a cop with a fairy-Ohrn, yes
with this elfin Ohrn he writes on what ..
a cop with a fairy-Ohrn
with this elfin Ohrn he writes on what ..

my name is Garfield, yes! yes
I’ve always been there, yes! yes
and now I’m here, yes! yes
and you are there, yes! yes
we’re both there, yes! yes
together in the universe, yes! yes
together with the police, yes! yes
I tell him what he of sage, yes! yes
eucalyptus and menthol, yes! yes
I’m innocent, yes! yes
manitu like, yes! yes
that’s the killa, yes! yes

a cop with patterns on it, yes
with these patterns on it, he looks good ..
a policeman, with patterns on it so
with these patterns on it, he looks good ..

I’ll help ‘arrested, yes! yes
I just stick it there, yes! yes
shiva help me, help me goa, yes! yes
psytrance help me, yes! yes
goa goa goa mpu, yes! yes
u u u u u goa-dwarf, yes! yes
goa goa goa mpu, yes! yes
u u u u u hara rama, yes! yes
I suddenly lights up a pig, indeed! yes
right in the gob and, yes! yes
too bright the sunshine, yeah! yes
I hurry up to the eyes, yes! yes

a cop with a laser sword, yes
laser-sword with which he writes on this .. ahh
a cop with a laser sword
laser-sword with which he writes on this ..

a smile comes from the heart up, yes! yes
yes one of l├Ąchen tuenchamun,! yes
ick tuenchamun am, yes! yes
tut tut tut tut, yes! yes
I paperboard, yes! yes
I’m using the stick to do nothing, yes! yes
tut tut tuenchamun, yes! yes
I’ve found it, yes! yes
Last night in the car, yes! yes
since I’m looking at you, yes! yes
I need urgent help, yes! yes
in the car always runs goa, yes! yes

a cop off with claws, yes
with these claws to it what he stands for ..
a policeman, so off with claws
with these claws to it, so what he stands for ..

Parchim get updated very often ne police, yes! yes
I drive only release times, yes! yes
mentally I’m already there, yes! yes
moon by the time the liquid shiva, yes! yes
of the full moon up to the baltic sea, yeah! yes
of the reeperbahn back home, yes! yes
in the hall eingepennt shit, yes! yes
the problem in the system, yes! yes
the system is, yes! yes
the system is the problem, yes! yes
the system has no eggs, yes! yes
the system is in the system, yes! yes
I have no problem, yes! yes
I’m schizophrenic, yes! yes
I am the system, yes! yes

a cop standing there with his parents
with his parents (because) he wants to go home ..
one policeman stands with his parents because aaahhh …
uuuhhh with his parents … He wants to house ..

I’m strapped in, yes! yes
I I I weggeknallt, yes! yes
I have a crush me, yes! yes
I’m not there, yes! yes
ick’m uh .. mirage, yes! yes
all the stupid pig, indeed! yes
All the boring pig, yes! yes
walk on a leash, yes! yes
all the boring pig, indeed! yes
hear no goa, yes! ahh ..
goa goa hhh .. ahh ..
hare hare rama, yes! a.
hare hare goa, yes! aahh ..
hare hare rama, yes! ahh
goa goa hare,


May 29th, 2012

Some excerpts from Unlikely Persona: Jerry Hunt (1943-1993)

I’ll never forget the first time I saw Jerry perform. It was in 1984 at a music festival in Ohio. The curtain opened to reveal upstage a modest clump of homemade and off-the-shelf electronic instruments. Jerry appeared from behind the setup, pushed a few buttons and began the piece. The music coming from the loudspeakers was a tapestry of sampled instruments — mainly bowed strings — constantly churning out a dense micropolyphonic web based on clusters of slow and fast trills. This was accompanied by a host of high-frequency percussive sounds emphasizing rattles, sleigh bells, wind chimes and the like. Loud and unrelenting, it reminded me of a Texas insect chorus on a hot summer night.

While this was going on, Jerry paced the stage holding a variety of homemade hand props: staffs, rattles, different kinds of wands and bells. The rattles were shaken, the staffs stamped loudly on the stage. Some of the wands were quite phallic, and Jerry would make strange motions with them as though they had magical powers. Other wands looked like religious talismans created from junk: an umbrella handle that turned into a cross at the far end, or a stylized metal rod bent into the shape of an astrological symbol. Jerry took out some strange nightlights that he plugged into electrical outlets all over the stage. Later he brought out an old brown suitcase, sat on it like a child’s hobby horse, and slapped it like a bass drum using a thick wooden stick.

The performance was redolent of shamanism, as though demons were being exorcised from the auditorium. But it came from a most unlikely persona: the lanky, bald, bespectacled Jerry Hunt, wearing his trademark unironed white dress shirt, long narrow tie, off-white jacket with unbuttoned cuffs and loose fitting trousers. It was a look I call “central Texas meat inspector” — certainly not what you’d expect from a shaman. It was amusing to watch the spectacle of this mysterious ritual being performed by an utterly mundane-looking man.


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